Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.